I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt like de Kooning, who was asked to comment on a certain abstract painting, and answered in the negative. He was then told it was the work of a celebrated monkey. 'That's different. For a monkey, it's terrific.' - "London Magazine", March, 1967.
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That is what the title of artist means: one who perceives more than his fellows, and who records more than read more
That is what the title of artist means: one who perceives more than his fellows, and who records more than he has seen.
I'm a study of a man in chaos in search of frenzy.
I'm a study of a man in chaos in search of frenzy.
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The work of art, just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning, seems to me devoid of value if it does not offer the hardness, the rigidity, the regularity, the luster on every interior and exterior facet, of the crystal.
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Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs and check.
From the shore.. one looks
upward to the sanddune grass..
10,000
green brushes attempting
where they laid
to paint read more
From the shore.. one looks
upward to the sanddune grass..
10,000
green brushes attempting
where they laid
to paint the blue sky
jade.
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When Michelangelo finished the painting of the Sistine Chapel's ceiling, he spent the rest of his life trying to remove the paint that had poured into his sleeve.
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The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.
